She's got a funny feeling
There's something watching from the ceiling
And the radiators are breathing
Probably not
Udeis: hero, no-one
Primal s** with nylon socks on
A log fire on the TV
A cow in the wine
Wash the sheets, varnish your fences
Salt the slugs, make your penances
I hope somebody's paying attention
Maybe something nice will happen?
Maybe, perhaps, probably not
I'll take every pain
To use the Lord's name in vain
I'm praying through not praying
That life is not so cruel, nothing is out to get me
Break every tool
Cough up Heidegger's Gruel
Acting kind to be cruel
Smirking as you bang your pots against the silence
I've tried to save my soul through sinning
But my heartlessness is just not in it
The tedium of Transcendence
Escaping from what? Escaping to what?
I'll die civilised:
Buried a nun with glistening thighs
Such a joyless, Marxist
Antinatalist
But what consolation is it?
An emoji bunny on the boltgun to the bull?
I'd give them three days dark
To start building their ark
From the bones of their daddies
Their mommies and their sisters stirruped in the galleys
Bloody marrow in their mouths:
Roland Rats and Care Bears f**ing about
You'll be okay
Just don't give it a name
Or you're f**ed